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Premium Member The Visitation - Both Audio and Text Versions
Forty-seven years ago I went abroad for college, then - after graduation - chose to live across the sea.
I called my parents often, and I mailed them many cards, but rarely made the trip back...

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Categories: highchair, family, memory,
Form: Verse



~ (~) ~ the Things of These ~ (~) ~(Part #4 of 6) ~ (~) ~
As you see, hear a few moments later a funny looking Huckleberry Hound dopey little dog
cartoon the families all time favorite as the children snicker, and everyone there comes
in the room just in time and...

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© James Long  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: highchair, inspirationalme, dog, dog, me, morning, time,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Baby's Check List
I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into...

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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: highchair, baby,
Form: List
Premium Member Pictures
THE SUNFLOWERS- With the morning sun on the rise, they slowly lift their heads and their petals of yellowish-gold spread smiling with the sun. 

THE HOUSE- As a passer-by, sitting atop a hill all trim...

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Categories: highchair, nature,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Becoming Me
Music came out of my fingers
made me dance all over the wall
My parents were askance
For I was a newborn from a small town

I was tapping my fingers on my highchair tray at one
Loving the feeling...

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Categories: highchair, me, music,
Form: Prose Poetry



Christmas Downunder
Just a few days to Christmas
So much to do 
Mum has decided 
We’ll have a barbecue

Dad’s at the bank 
Taking out some money
Baby’s in his highchair
Sucking on his dummy

Nan is in the garden
Picking pretty flowers
Big...

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Categories: highchair, 8th grade, celebration, happiness,
Form: Ballad
Christmas In Down Under
Just a few days to Christmas
So much to do 
Mum has decided 
We’ll have a barbecue

Dad’s at the bank 
Taking out some money
Baby’s in his highchair
Sucking on his dummy

Nan is in the garden
Picking pretty flowers
Big...

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Categories: highchair, children, christmas, humor,
Form: Verse
Ain'T Madeleines
in old school days
i used to eat
paste

that we were
supposed to
use for art

works such
as a stick 
figured 

snow man
who's hands
were made of

sticks but i
got stuck on
eating the stuff

but can't say it was
like purposely
putting 

a tube of...

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Categories: highchair, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Cornpoke Pete
Fields and fields of corn on the cob
As far as the eye can see
Sweet little niblets of yellow perfection
Tempting little old me

Must admit to this addiction of mine
Coz hiding it makes no sense
My skin has...

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Categories: highchair, humorous, , cute,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Cornpoke Pete
Fields and fields of corn on the cob
As far as the eye can see
Sweet little niblets of yellow perfection
Tempting little old me

Must admit to this addiction of mine
Coz hiding it makes no sense
My skin's taken...

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Categories: highchair, children, me, yellow, , cute,
Form: Quatrain
True Rare Day Horn Hiaku
True Rare Day Horn Hiaku

True rare day is Thanksgiving
Lovely way to be living
Over food we are quibbling.

Which one will have the best taste
Have to eat fast with much haste
By God we were graced.

Now at table...

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: highchair, thanksgiving,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member So It Is the Flu Right
In 1973 I had flu-like symptoms and they were not getting any better.
My husband was insisting that I go to the doctor, but a doctor is expensive.
I tried to tough it out, but I finally...

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Categories: highchair, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Shattered Sighs